[All the previous rehearsals, Orihime had to fight to keep a straight face during this part. It's supposed to be sad, she knows, but Bakugou is just too hilarious.]

[This time, though, she's just too nervous. She knows what's coming up next, and even though she's practiced on her pillow, it can't possibly come close to the real thing. So she lies on the ground, wearing her cinnamon chapstick, while Bakugou gets to shine.]

[They did say this was going to be a musical.]

[It's only when he finishes that she moves her head and places a finger against his lips to quiet him.]

It's okay.

[Her hand moves to the side toward his cheek as she smiles behindh her mask.]

It's okay. You won your freedom, ne? That was worth...ngh...worth fighting for. You were my first friend, so... Aaaaagh...

[She kicks a foot up before letting it drop.]

I........love...........

[Her hand drops from his cheek, fingertips skimming down to his jaw before flopping onto the stage as her head lolls to the side.]

Uweeeehhhhhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhhh...

[DEAD.]

[Her heart is pounding so hard she's sure the people in the back row can hear it. Maybe it's not a big deal. Maybe he'll just kiss the mask after all. That would be the authentic thing, right?]